[Verse 1: Battle-rap male MC, sharp and controlled] Took two buses and a borrowed tie to get here by nine Prep school champ across the stage, his tutor wrote his lines Trophy room got his last name painted over the door I got a bus pass and a pen and I'm hungry for more Three judges in the front row, they already wrote the end Looking at my thrift store shoes like they won't let me in Resolution on the board says money buys a voice He picked the side he lives on, I got the side with no choice [Pre-Hook: Battle-rap male MC] Ninety seconds on the clock and the room goes cold I stand up, button up, and I take control [Hook: Battle-rap male MC, full force] Point of order, I got the floor You talked for eight, I only need four Sit down, son, you heard me before Point of order, I got the floor [Verse 2: Battle-rap male MC, faster, cutting] He opens up with numbers that he memorized at camp Every stat a little medal and his blazer like a stamp Says the market sorts the strong out from the weak Says it slow and smug, like his money taught him how to speak Says the poor just need ambition, and he's looking at my tie Room gives up a little laugh, and I just let it ride Write it on my legal pad, every word he said Circle it in red and tap the pen against my head [Hook: Battle-rap male MC, full force] Point of order, I got the floor You talked for eight, I only need four Sit down, son, you heard me before Point of order, I got the floor [Verse 3: Battle-rap male MC, quote-flip, throws the rival's exact words back and turns them] You said the market sorts the strong out from the weak I concede it, I agree, now let me show you what it means You said the poor just need ambition, and you looked right at my tie Then tell the judges who got up at five, and tell them why By your rules, the strong one woke at five to catch a bus And the weak one got a driver and a tutor and a trust Your logic, not mine, I just walked it to the door Thank you for the evidence, I'll take it from the floor [Bridge: Battle-rap male MC, cold and slow] Judges looking at the ballots, then at me, then at him He's flipping through his note cards like a man that cannot swim Trophy taller than my little brother, heavy as a door Rode it home on two buses, set it on the kitchen floor [Hook: Battle-rap male MC, full force] Point of order, I got the floor You talked for eight, I only need four Sit down, son, you heard me before Point of order, I got the floor [Outro: Battle-rap male MC] Motion carried. Meeting closed [End]
